Ch86 - Whether or not it is righteous or evil, what does that have to do with you? (1/2)
6.15 – Whether or not it is righteous or evil, what does that have to do with you?
translator: xiin
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Devil slaughtering conferences were something that would probably happen in every world where there were both righteous and evil paths. In addition, this was originally a game world, and the players had just experienced a catastrophe, so people from both the righteous and devil’s path very much looked forward to this war.
At this point in time, they needed a legitimate war in order to ease the relationships between the NPC and players, and this was a very tactful way of solving such a crisis.
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As the leader of the devil’s path players, Thousand Miles Without Pause led a large number of players. Su Xuanyan was also very powerful, but he was more suited for individual combat and was not grouped with the players that seemed ready to lay a siege.
On the other hand, the righteous cultivators were currently arguing about who their leaders should be. Normally speaking, since the leader on the other side was the first on the rankings, and they also had a player on the top of the rankings, Xue Ling being the leader would be just perfect since each side had a player from the top. Although the two had previously been on good terms, once it became related to the path that they chose to take, the two of them could only kill each other despite their mutual affections. However, Xue Ling was too lazy to take on such a task.
Then it became awkward.
Because the chief disciple of Tianxuan Gate had betrayed the righteous path, they no longer had the right to preside over the convention, so the initiator this time became the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. In the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, other than Xue Ling, the other person who could lead the players was the chief disciple of Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the disciple who would forever be second, Yuan Chuan.
At this moment, Yuan Chuan was facing a dilemma between his master and his martial-uncle.
Although there had not been many opportunities for them to meet and interact, Yuan Chuan still understood his martial-uncle’s character. After all, the other party had been the famous number one beauty of Jiuzhou back then, and this beauty’s temper had always been extremely cold. Asking him to lead soldiers was very unlikely to happen, but his own master and his martial-great-uncle were very persistent, and he was stuck between the three when he took the position as leader. The circumstances that he found himself in were not very favourable.
After careful consideration, Yuan Chuan still planned to have Xue Ling battle on his own. As long as he appeared on the battlefield, the morale of the righteous cultivators would still increase.
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Although his martial-uncle was a high mountain snow lotus, icy cold all day long, he still needed to make the trip, so Yuan Chuan also invited his own master as extra help in order to bolster himself before going for a visit. Even then, they received a cold reception and were forced to wait at Xuexing Hall for the time it took to burn half a column of incense before they were invited inside.
It was not that Xue Ling wanted to put on airs, but rather that he had really been trapped by Su Xuanyan. Although the man had agreed to let him stay on the righteous path, he was extremely dissatisfied with having to see him stand on the opposing side during the battle. Xue Ling had to explain to him for a long time that it was all just for fun before the man finally said that if making war was also like **, then they should just fight right now.
Then he dallied and flirted with the man for half a column of incense’s worth of time, making the sect leader and Yuan Chuan wait.
“Martial-brother sect leader.” Because he had played around with the man, Xue Ling’s white robes were a little messy, and his face was a little red. Although he looked cold, just one glance would be enough for others to be shaken by his flirtatious appearance. Yuan Chuan looked once, and his entire face turned red as he bowed his head, not daring to look up at him again.
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Unable to look on when faced with his disciple’s useless appearance, the sect leader coughed and said, “Martial-brother Xing Dong, we came this time because of the devil slaughtering conference.”
Xue Ling wondered why they subconsciously felt that he was unwilling to take part in the convention simply because he had refused to be a leader. But since they had already opened their mouth to speak, he naturally answered without any hesitation. “I understand martial-brother’s meaning. Since it is the demon slaughtering conference, as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, I will naturally also step forward.”
Yuan Chuan had not thought that his beautiful martial-uncle would be so easy to speak to, and was stunned in place until his master knocked him on the head. “You child, once you arrive at some strange new place, your brain stops working. Your martial-uncle is cold-tempered, but he is a person on the righteous path. Just because he doesn’t like to lead, it does not mean that he would be unwilling to take part. If you don’t even have the courage to say some words to your martial-uncle, then what can you achieve on the battlefield?”
Yuan Chuan was disgraced in front of Xue Ling, and rather shamefully bowed his head. He felt in his heart that it wasn’t his fault; his beautiful martial-uncle’s momentum was too strong. Clearly their levels weren’t that far apart, but he had a feeling that he could not afford to provoke him. As long as he was looking at his martial-uncle, he always felt that there was a chill running up the back of his neck. That feeling was too cold and terrible, and intuition told him not to pry too much, so he naturally did not dare to talk say too much to his martial-uncle.
Xue Ling just glanced at Yuan Chuan before shaking his head. “Don’t blame him. I was in a bad mood when he came to me last time and scared him. If there is nothing else, martial-brother and martial-nephew can go back. I will appear on my own on the day of the conference.”
“Good.”
After he had seen off the two men, Han Wuzheng came again. It was obvious that he had been idle recently, so he liked to come over and speak with Xue Ling and improve their relationship. Although his disciple had never given him any proper respect, and Han Wuzheng was unhappy about being ignored every time, he still had to pretend he was a good master in order to get close enough to absorb his strength.
“Did your martial-brother come to see you?” He asked even though he already knew. Han Wuzheng had not participated in this demon slaughtering conference on the surface, but in fact he had been the organizer behind the scenes. He wanted the world to be more chaotic so that he could enhance his strength and find another way of strengthening himself other than Xue Ling, and that force who made him feel both fearful and fascinated. “Was it for the demon slaughtering conference?”
If he could obtain that power, he would become a true God. Although he had suspicions about the Sealed Devil, he had investigated with his authority and found that the Sealed Devil had always been located in the Devil World, so although he had suspicions, he did not act.
This demon slaughtering conference was also just a means to make the Sealed Demon reveal his hand.
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“Yes.” Because there was no longer any need to deal with him, Xue Ling’s attitude towards Han Wuzheng had also become more and more indifferent.
“Weren’t you friends with that devil’s path disciple from Tianmo Gate?”
Xue Ling knew that the person he was referring to was Su Xuanyan. He turned his head and coldly glanced at him before saying, “Our paths are different. We have already agreed to part ways.”
Han Wuzheng seemed satisfied with his attitude, smiling as he asked him if he had encountered any bottlenecks in his practice. He also gave him some artifacts that he said would be useful on the battlefield, and left.